Wednesday, November 30, 2016

The night and I conspire

The night and I conspire,
To never let a human be my love,
Ever again;

A Hope that betrays senses and joy,
A lifetime of wont manifest buried under a rubble,
So dense that nothing remains,
But the silence.

This silence is mine, and mine alone,
A line infinite, a world unbound,
We live breath-held, 
Till neither can any more. 

If this is forever,
Then a moment is all there is,
Consciousness conspired-
To never begin nor end. 

This night and I,
We remain, we stay, we live,
The pause between her verses,
The gleam of teeth between her lips. 

Human, never. 
If she is. 

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